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The EO “effectively ended [Angel Island immigration station foundation’s] two-year IMLS grant to enhance the site’s permanent exhibits with additional stories of immigrants detained at Angel Island and immigrants who have more recently arrived in the US.”
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A Message From AIISF’s Executive Director Dear AIISF Friends and Family, I’m not going to mince words. It has been a challenging few weeks for AIISF. In March, the administration released an Executive Order to dismantle the Institute of Museum and Library Services and placed all of the agency’s
| WHERE THE BODIES ARE BURIED By Joe Livernois The labor troubles of 1934 showed that powerful business interests in Salinas could coordinate an effective campaign against common enemies. In 1934 the enemies were Filipino farmworkers who organized a union in an effort to improve their wages and their conditions. The racial divide was clear, but two years later Filipino and Anglo [...]
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"Social media death spiral" by Stephen Moore: https://substack.com/home/post/p-144363829
I remember the early days of Facebook. I had just gone to university around the time it really took off, and whatever the hell this thing was, it was offering us a new way to engage with each other (and distract us from lectures) — and we loved it. It’s hard to imagine now, but it was actually fun to use. Sharing status updates, waking up after a night of heavy drinking to see what awful pictures the nightclub had shared of you, joining funny groups, following band pages, and of course, ‘fraping’ each other. (In our defense, it was simpler times back then, and the worst we did was write fake coming-out announcements).
I start this one taking off towards San Francisco after a perfect night of camping at Manchester State Park. Two days later I document the crossing over San...
Anirvan Chatterjee
